SAVE THE RAINFOREST!!!
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Yesterday, I've seen a TV-spot which said, that the Warsteiner Brauerei and Greenpeace started a campaign to save the rainforest.
For every bottle Warsteiner drunken, they'll save 1m² primeval forest.
I started uncovering the latent conservationist in me, and I feeled that my job is to participate in green actions to save nature,
especially the rainforest!
While I was saving some meters of rainforest, my wife came home and upbraided me. After a long debate, I experienced what many other environmentalists did before: lack of understanding! Obviously, she doesn't even give a damn about rainforest! She rejected my commitment for nature and the life of all humans completely.
She didn't want to understand that one cannot postpone a large action as the rescue of nature, completely directly whether it is in the morning or not. Since she was not understanding at all, that one has to be ready to be a victim for achieving such acts, I left the house.
Struck down, I ran around aimlessly first. I felt fear, fear about a decreasing existance of forests.
I felt despair in my body, because with each minute applied I could have saved again some square centimeters of irreparable nature.
Though, I've been waking up, when I spotted a meeting of environmental activists unexpectedly!
I recognized it immediately, because as indications of their solidarity, everybody held a bottle Warsteiner in his hands, which they emptied demonstratively.
Without queries, they accepted me in their society. I experienced very soon, that some from them already rescued whole continents for years, hidden from public knowledge!
Exactly here, at this kiosk [pump room?]!
I admired the indications of their partial fight for many years: Massive bellies, the smell of thousands of years old jungle soil, the various insects, also that some of their teeth had probably broken off themselves.
After we had saved an approximately tennis court-large quantity of jungle, I stated that the protection and the rescue of the environment is our aim.
Time went by, my feet were acheing, even my tongue was impaired by the long debates in their function mode: I had even larger troubles when expressing the large letters of a sentence or a word.
For that reason I decided to leave the meeting to look for further fellow combatants on my own.
In a pub nearby I found them immediately: Well a half dozen of green activists had met there and worked, again hidden from the public eye, for the rescue of natural resources. They welcomed me.
I was agitated as the pub master took my hand and said: "boy, save the jungle, we count on you", and ordered the fourth round, to advance our action.
I have been completely dizzy by pride and luck, when I left the pub a lot of pints later.
Suddenly, I saw the world with different eyes! Slightly blurred but, I've had the feeling that our mother earth is rotating, like I've never had before!
Not evenly and in a single direction, no, it's been rather jerky movements into alternating directions. What an experience!
Lucky, as I've been, I tumbled to my car and decided to accomplish a demonstration course through the clubs of the city center in order to make many other humans attentive on the problems. Driving towards town center, swerving an ozone hole, I've noticed a police car at the roadside.
Several policemen stood on my lane and looked in my direction. They must have had knowledge about my project, because they stopped only my vehicle. I've heard, that there will be checks on the road just before demonstrations start - but how could they know???
After I stopped and got out of my car, I decided spontaneous to sit on the road and block traffic.
If I think about it afterwards, it was not a rationally explainable action, rather an obligation of my consciousness.
I sat and my body refused rising again. I experienced the same fate as other sit-in demonstrants who try to stop castor-transports: I've been carried away by policemen. They did not want to understand my position regarding the saving of the rainforest, too; although I explained it many times.
Later, at the police office, I've met a serious man: He listened carefully to my problem and confirmed, that his aim is to find out, how many trees I've saved.
He told me, the protection of the environment runs in my blood, and for proofing evidence, he'd need something of that.
I was lucky, meeting this serious man! My commitment was officially held and preserved to future generations!
I was glad donating blood for that. Short time later, I went home by foot. The nice constables had kept my car, so that it does not destroy nature by exhaust emissions, as they explained to me. Also they promised firmly to recycle my driving licence into a handbill to support rescue action. Glad with the result of my actions, I went home.
On my way I saved a tree at the gas station, and remembered an old proverb from the Indians:
Only after the last oil platform sunk,
only after the last car shut down,
only after the last gas(sing) station closed,
only then you will find that greenpeace sells no beer at night.
[translator left workstation to save a little rainforest]
[corrections for bad language to be posted below]
>>> Edited by Bodo on Saturday 25th May 00:04
For every bottle Warsteiner drunken, they'll save 1m² primeval forest.
I started uncovering the latent conservationist in me, and I feeled that my job is to participate in green actions to save nature,
especially the rainforest!
While I was saving some meters of rainforest
, my wife came home and upbraided me. After a long debate, I experienced what many other environmentalists did before: lack of understanding! Obviously, she doesn't even give a damn about rainforest! She rejected my commitment for nature and the life of all humans completely. She didn't want to understand that one cannot postpone a large action as the rescue of nature, completely directly whether it is in the morning or not.
Since she was not understanding at all, that one has to be ready to be a victim for achieving such acts, I left the house. Struck down, I ran around aimlessly first. I felt fear, fear about a decreasing existance of forests.
I felt despair in my body, because with each minute applied I could have saved again some square centimeters of irreparable nature.
Though, I've been waking up, when I spotted a meeting of environmental activists unexpectedly!
I recognized it immediately, because as indications of their solidarity, everybody held a bottle Warsteiner in his hands, which they emptied demonstratively.
Without queries, they accepted me in their society. I experienced very soon, that some from them already rescued whole continents for years, hidden from public knowledge!
Exactly here, at this kiosk [pump room?]!
I admired the indications of their partial fight for many years: Massive bellies, the smell of thousands of years old jungle soil, the various insects, also that some of their teeth had probably broken off themselves.
After we had saved an approximately tennis court-large quantity of jungle,
I stated that the protection and the rescue of the environment is our aim. Time went by, my feet were acheing, even my tongue was impaired by the long debates in their function mode: I had even larger troubles when expressing the large letters of a sentence or a word.
For that reason I decided to leave the meeting to look for further fellow combatants on my own.
In a pub nearby I found them immediately: Well a half dozen of green activists had met there and worked,
again hidden from the public eye, for the rescue of natural resources. They welcomed me. I was agitated as the pub master took my hand and said: "boy, save the jungle, we count on you", and ordered the fourth round, to advance our action.
I have been completely dizzy by pride and luck, when I left the pub a lot of pints later.
Suddenly, I saw the world with different eyes! Slightly blurred but, I've had the feeling that our mother earth is rotating, like I've never had before!
Not evenly and in a single direction, no, it's been rather jerky movements into alternating directions. What an experience!
Lucky, as I've been, I tumbled to my car and decided to accomplish a demonstration course through the clubs of the city center in order to make many other humans attentive on the problems. Driving towards town center, swerving an ozone hole, I've noticed a police car at the roadside.
Several policemen stood on my lane and looked in my direction. They must have had knowledge about my project, because they stopped only my vehicle. I've heard, that there will be checks on the road just before demonstrations start - but how could they know???
After I stopped and got out of my car, I decided spontaneous to sit on the road and block traffic.
If I think about it afterwards, it was not a rationally explainable action, rather an obligation of my consciousness.
I sat and my body refused rising again. I experienced the same fate as other sit-in demonstrants who try to stop castor-transports: I've been carried away by policemen. They did not want to understand my position regarding the saving of the rainforest, too; although I explained it many times.
Later, at the police office, I've met a serious man: He listened carefully to my problem and confirmed, that his aim is to find out, how many trees I've saved.
He told me, the protection of the environment runs in my blood, and for proofing evidence, he'd need something of that.
I was lucky, meeting this serious man! My commitment was officially held and preserved to future generations!
I was glad donating blood for that. Short time later, I went home by foot. The nice constables had kept my car, so that it does not destroy nature by exhaust emissions, as they explained to me. Also they promised firmly to recycle my driving licence into a handbill to support rescue action. Glad with the result of my actions, I went home.
On my way I saved a tree at the gas station,
and remembered an old proverb from the Indians: Only after the last oil platform sunk,
only after the last car shut down,
only after the last gas(sing) station closed,
only then you will find that greenpeace sells no beer at night.
[translator left workstation to save a little rainforest]
[corrections for bad language to be posted below]
>>> Edited by Bodo on Saturday 25th May 00:04
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